Coral Red ❤︎ [Brallon]

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Brendon's POV
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I kept my hand on Dallon's cheek as I looked up at him, being confused about the whole situation itself.

A man had touched me where only Dallon could, and it had made me really uncomfortable, but now Dallon seemed sad and I didn't know why. I whimper a little, stepping closer to him and I stroke his cheek gently.

"D-Dally?" I ask softly, and his eyes slowly open and he looks at me, still seeming sad. I definitely didn't like this, since he was always so happy.

"D-Dally, what's wr-wrong? Why're y-you sa-sad?" I ask, and I end up putting my other hand on his other cheek, holding his face in my hands as gently as I could.

"Baby, I-.." he starts, and I cock my head a little, trying to encourage him to go on and tell me what was wrong.

"Baby, some people.. some people don't think boys should wear stuff like you're wearing, and they get mad when you do.." he starts to say, and I cock my head, being even more confused as he talks.

"That's why he called you those things, baby.. and I'm so sorry," he says, and I continue to hold his face in my hands, but I whimper softly. Why did people get mad? Why didn't the man like my skirt?

I didn't understand. Wasn't it pretty? Why couldn't boys wear stuff like that? I was confused, and upset, hot tears starting to roll down my cheeks even though I really didn't want to cry.

Why did he even touch me like that?

I slowly move my hands off Dallon's cheeks, and I start to put them down at my sides, but suddenly Dallon grabs my face instead, holding it about as gently as I was holding his. Maybe he was even gentler.

"Baby, please don't cry.. I hate seeing you cry. I'm so sorry that this happened to you.. don't listen to people like that okay?" Dallon says, and I can tell he's trying to find a nice way to word things, but all of what he was saying still hurts.

"People will constantly tell you stuff like that, baby, but you're so beautiful, okay? Don't listen to a word they say, if you want to wear stuff like this, then do that, baby. You look amazing in clothes like this, alright honey?" Dallon continues, and he strokes my cheeks gently, trying to wipe away some of the tears that rolled down my cheeks.

I bring my own hand up, and I wipe my eyes, sniffling a little as I nod. I try to let myself relax, since I didn't want to cry anymore, but it was pretty hard. I still didn't really understand, why couldn't boys wear what they wanted?

I look up to Dallon again as he looks down at me, concern and sadness written all over his features. I sniffle again gently, and he strokes my cheeks again slowly and soothingly, managing to wipe away all of my tears and the lines that they had left.

"B-But wh-why, D-Dally?" I start to say, and I whimper again.

"Wh-Why d-did h-he to-touch m-me? Wh-Why c-can't bo-boys w-wear s-stuff l-like th-this i-if it-it's wh-what th-they w-want? I-It's pr-pretty.." I continue, and I look to my feet for a few seconds before looking back up at him, my eyes watering again.

I knew Dallon was trying to explain, and I'm thankful for that, but I still just didn't understand. I was scared somebody else was going to touch me like that again, and I didn't want it to happen, but I still wanted to wear pretty things. If Dallon says not to listen to them, and ignore what they say, then why am I having such a hard time doing that?

Dallon's POV
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How was I supposed to explain this to Brendon? I didn't want to tell him about which clothes society tells us to wear and not wear. I didn't want it to hurt him, but he kept asking me, and I knew I needed to tell him.